I once felt as if I had perfected the
chemical alchemy needed for me to write with some success. I won’t
disclose the exact contents of my proprietary blend, seeing as I may yet
trademark it, but one might assume that my equivalent of liquid courage
is not the healthiest of cocktails.

I was celebrating the fruition of what I
had recently recognized as my life-long dream of becoming an authentic
life coach by printing my online diploma, when there was a knock at the
door. “Come in,” I said. With his white shirt and well-coiffed speckled
gray hair, how could I not recognize him?